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Despite being a fighter, Tsubasa wasn’t a violent person. He didn’t pick fights with every random person he saw, he didn’t go out of his way to make himself seem bigger than he was for the sake of appearances or ego, and he rarely took an aggressive tone even when pressed and offended. To him, being a fighter and trained martial artist meant you had to hold yourself back to an extent, to have an air of dignity and composure as your training dictated. Looking for fights and trying to make yourself out as a big deal just because you had a bit of strength and skill was… uncouth to put it politely. Things like dojo hunts or beating up people in a gym to prove your worth were rather barbaric and boorish. That said… sometimes one needed a blunt tool for a blunt job. That job being to eliminate this awful mafia den of a dojo that Tsubasa had learned of, disgrace its top fighter, and have his family come in and destroy the place after he discredited it. A crude act, but a necessary one. His